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Sad to say,only one comes to mind. “I don’t know but I’ve been told, Eskimo wussy is mighty cold”. Harry
I don’t know but I heard say, the US Navy is going gay
I know a girl from new orleans, kisses sailors after blowing Marines
Loel Righta Loel “Your Marine Corps left you maggot scum bucket low life”! Paul
This is my weapon .
This is my gun.
This one’s for killing,
This one’s for fun!
Sailor, sailor, don’t be blue,
My recruiter f**ked me too !
In 10 days and I’ll be home, drinking beer and pissing foam!
I know a girl who lives on the hill
She won’t do it but her sister will
A C-130 rolling down the strip, the best of the best is going to take a little trip.
if I die on the Russian front -bury me with a Russian c-unt plt 2005 mcrd san diego 1972
Mama mama can’t you see- what the Corp has done for me- made me tough – they made me mean- make me into a killing Marine…
Threep four your left……..your left right left
My D.I. is turning green
Someone pi**ed in his canteen
Ain’t no use in looking down….
There ain’t no six pack on the ground…..
Ain’t no use in looking baaaack……
Jody’s took your cadillac………
I don’t know but I believe……
I’ll be home by christmas eve….
I got a girl name CindyLou…..
CindyLou, loves to PT too…….
PLT. 3000 Paris Island Nov. 1970….Wertz, Chipman, Butler….
And I must be nuts to remember this. Yikes!!
Stand up, Hook up shuffle to the door, jump right out and shout Marine Corp
I gotta girl named Buffalo Bill, she won’t do it , but her buffalo will, Sound Off
I don’t know but I’ve been told, colonel’s balls are made of gold.
We called those rhymes “Jodies.” BUT the cadence from Ssgt Parshell was a sing-song cadence. When I watch Full Metal Jacket I have flash backs (in a good way). I call people and “make” them watch. Of course, they never quite get it. The best way I can describe it is “hidel lef right left hidel lef”. I can’t believe it, but almost 50 years later, it still makes me smile.
I grew up in Texas with my grandfather, a retired Army MSGT. He joined the Marines in 1909, then switched to the Army Cavalry in 1913. He chased Pancho Villa with Pershing (1916-170, then went to France for WWI. After the Great War, he got smart and switched to the Air Corps and retired in 1939.
In the early ’50s, he’d take me to Kelly Field (San Antonio) to watch the black troops drill. That was beautiful to see and hear! Those men marched with rhythm, style and class! No white troops could make close order drill look like choreography; rifles slapped in unison (CRACK!) when performing the ‘Marching Manual of Arms’ or 60 boots on the deck with one loud ‘Pop!’ And the Drill Sergeant sang the Jody calls, with a magnificent baritone that carried across the parade field. I have never seen or heard anything like it since, not even our beloved Silent Drill Team.
Here’s a few learned at the side of a grizzled old Gunny:
The sergeant,
The sergeant
The bastard of them all
He wakes you up in the morning
Before the bugle call
Squad Left
Squad Right
About face on the line
Then the dirty son of a b***h
Gives ya double-time!
Oh, Hidey-Tidey
Christ all Mighty
Who in the Hell are we?
Zim-Zam,
God d**n!
The Fightin’ 12th Marines!
Quarter in the drink machine
Honey-Honey
Quarter in the drink machine
Babe-Babe
Down the hatch and never stop
Gonna drink until I drop
Honey, oh baby, mine
Look around,
Look around
For I’m headin’ for the Happy Huntin’ Ground
Eleven women to each guy
What a lovely way to die
Honey, oh baby, mine
Lift your eyes
and lift ’em high
11th Marines are passin’ by!
Sound off!
One – two
Sound off!
Three – four
Cadence Count !
One – Two
Three – Four!
Lean back
Six the front
Three to the rear
Lean back and strut!
Hey-hey-hey
Your left,
Your right,
Your left
Get it together, girls
You march like old people make love:
Slow and uncertain!
I wanna hear just one boot hittin’ the ground!
Yo Left!
Yo Right!
Your mother was there when you Left
You’re Right!
Your daddy was there when you Left
You’re Right!
Jody was there when you Left
You’re Right
Mamma’s in the kitchen
Papa’s in the Jail
Your sister’s on the corner
Yelling “short time for sale”
Singing ‘Hey bob-a-ree-bop’
Hey-hey -bob-a-ree-bop
Does your Daddy KNOW?
Hey!
Quit bobbin’ in the ranks!
You people make Hogan’s Goat look like a precision instrument!
[to tune of ‘Cassions Go Rolling Along’]
Give a cheer for the boys who drink the beer
In the cellar of old Alpha Battery
For it’s Hi-Hi-Hee
In the Field Artillery
Shout out your orders loud and strong
MORE BEER!
We’ll be sprawled out on the floor
When the (M)P’s kick down the door
And those beer kegs go rolling along
I went to boot camp in San Diego Feb.1964. Navy boot camp was on the other side of the fence. When we ran the perimeter, we would sing” hold your nose and lift your head, we are running past the dead”. Semper Fi.
Here’s a story of 5 wise men, as wise as can be.
they created the creation we call p*$$y.
1st came butcher sharp with wit and with his butcher knife he gave it a slit
Then came a carpenter short and stout… with red velvet he lined it throughout
Then came a fishermen smelly as hell, he threw in a carp and it gave it the smell
Then came preacher wise as can be, he blessed it, he touched it , he said it could pee
Then came a hard charging motivated grunt…he f***ed it…he sucked it….he called it c**t..
52 years ago I would have thought that to be funny. 4 daughters and 3 granddaughters later not so funny. Paul
Hey there Air Force,
Get in your planes and carry me
We are Marine Corps Infantry
Best you know on Land and Sea.
Hey there Navy,
Get in your boats and transport me,
We are Marine Corps Infantry
Best you know on Land and Sea.
Hey there Army,
Climb in your tanks and follow me,
We are Marine Corps Infantry
Best you know on Land and Sea.
Hey there civilians,
Get off your butts and follow me
We are Marine Corps Infantry
Best you know on Land and Sea!
MCRD San Diego, 1974
Birdie Birdie In The Sky
Drop A little White Wash In My Eye
I’m No Swabby I Won’t Cry
Gee I’m Glad That Cows Don’t Fly
Platoon 342….Parris Island….June…1965
Little bird with a yellow bill,
landed on my window sill.
First I fed him crumbs of bread,
then I crushed his fuckin head.
MCRD SD 1969
That one’s changed a little, I learned it in ’07 on PI and it went:
Little yellow birdie with a little yellow bill,
Landed on my windowsill.
I lured him in with a piece of bread,
Then I bit off his mother f***ing head!
Little brown puppy with the big brown eyes,
Wandered in from outside.
I lured him close with a piece of meat,
Then I ran a nail through his feet!
Stupid puppy!
Should have known:
Blood makes
The grass grow!
“I had a girl in New Orleans, left her with 14 kids and a can of beans….” PLT 321 PI 1966
Jump from the rack in the middle of the night, make a head call & I’m ready to fight……
Navy, Navy don’t feel blue the Army and Air Force is Fu**ed up too!
Mama,mama have you heard
LBJ has passed the word
Gonna go to Vietnam to fight and kill those Vietnam Cong
Now if I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
Fold my arms across my chest and tell all the women that I done my best.
PI 1966
Mama,mama have you heard
LBJ has passed the word
Gonna go to Vietnam to fight and kill those Vietnam Cong
Now if I die in a combat zone
Box me up and ship me home
Fold my arms across my chest and tell all the women that I done my best.
Jim Williams
PI 1966
Platoon 1004
“If I die on the Russian front bury me with a Russian cu-t” Parris Island 1st Battalion 1969